Jacob's POV

The Silvermoon Hall stood quiet, its old stone walls carrying the weight of years. Every Alpha of the realm had taken their oath here, beneath the carved sigil of the Moon Goddess glowing above the dais.

The air smelled of incense and faint traces of old blood.

A row of council members sat on the raised platform. Elders and Alphas who held authority over judgment. Their seats were arranged in a half circle, with Elder Kael positioned at the center in the highest chair. Their ...